Camo-Guy says, "Get down funky mamma"
*pause*
Paul, "Guy, have you ever been underwater-flyfishing before?"
Camo-Guy, "Let's roll this puppy and flip the wild-side. No Paul but I'm a happening dude, erm... dude"
Aaron, "If it *is* God then why is he photographing us?"
Six-pound Sean, "Evidence"
Garry, "So, does anyone happen to know if we have radio reception here by any chance?"
Camo-Guy, "Hang those shorts out; I'm going to rubberise"
*pause*
Jim, "Are you feeling OK Camo-Guy?"
Camo-Guy, "I'm like a tornado on top of a hurricane... I'm where it's at Jim-bro"
Garry, "Look if you guys have radios I want one too"
Aaron, "So you're saying that God is sneeking around the bushes photographing us"
Paul, "What's so unusual about that?"
Six-pound Sean, "Happens all the time; in fact this is the only part of the conversation that I actually understand"
Jim, "Isn't this just a little bit dangerous?"
Garry, "Do you get music?"
Jim, "I mean, we don't really know how big the Mugwai is; maybe it's man-eating"
Six-pound Sean, "You mean like we'd become the hunted?"
*pause*
Paul, "In which case we'll need bigger flies"
Garry, "Are you guys seriously suggesting imitating yourselves?"
Paul, "Well all apart from Camo-Guy of course"
Jim, "I knew this would become a really cool series"
Camo-Guy, "How will we tell ourselves apart from the flies then?"
*pause*
Camo-Guy, "erm, funky-bro"
*pause*
Six-pound Sean, "We could use the radios"
Garry, "A-HA!!!"
Aaron, "Hang on, isn't this just like a totally-extreme form of bait fishing? - we're flyfishingdudes remember, not bait slingers"
*long pause*
Jim, "Phew! That was close... we very nearly crossed over"